The Devil’s Dance

by russtowne

The Devil’s Dance

Two armies were sent to war

Just to settle a score

By fools with crowns on their heads

Soon ten thousand men were dead.

In the middle of the fight

The bravest young knight

Raged, “Life has no chance

In this Devil’s Dance!

Only Death wins an unjust war!”

He flung his weapons down,

On the killing ground,

Uncurled his fist and took the great risk

Of extending his bloody hand.

The other man knew

He could cut him in two,

But sheathed the sword he bore.

That’s the fateful day when

Five thousand young men

Chose peace

And walked away.

With Love,


(C) Copyright 2016 Russ Towne

All Rights Reserved

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